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Use It/Lose It
Every winter-webbed word you whine in your woe,
Is poetry drawn from a precious power you owe...
God-given gift, in your blood it'll flourish and flow,
Use it or lose it, that tremendous talent, Alter Ego!
Use it
Lose it
Don't let it
Go.
Oh, but my poetry was never truly...
Is poetry drawn from a precious power you owe...
God-given gift, in your blood it'll flourish and flow,
Use it or lose it, that tremendous talent, Alter Ego!
Use it
Lose it
Don't let it
Go.
Oh, but my poetry was never truly...
